What kind of man refers to himself as safely dead?

Who knows but that you will get up to find that the world has inverted itself yet again?

He lies to himself. If Eugenides talked in his sleep, he'd lie then, too.

I can't leave her there all alone, surrounded by stone walls... She's too precious to give up.

All my life they had made choices for me, and I had resented it. Now the choice was mine, and once it was made, I would have no right to blame anyone else for the consequences. Loss of that privilege, to blame others, unexpectedly stung.

When we opened the doors, we saw that the entire room was scorched black and you were on the floor possibly dead, surrounded by broken glass. Window glass is expensive, you realize that?" "Yes, Your Majesty," he said meekly.

Finally I went and found my hat and skewered it on my head with a four-inch hat pin. I wore the hat because I knew my mother never visited without one. The pin I thought would be a comfort in case of emergency.